There once was an ugly ducklingWith feathers all stubby and brownAnd the other birds said in so many words saidQuack!Get out of townGet out, get out, get out of townAnd he went with a quack and a waddle and a quackIn a flurry of eiderdownThat poor little ugly ducklingWent wandering far and nearBut at every place they said to his faceNow get out, get out, get out of hereAnd he went with a quack and a waddle and a quackAnd a very unhappy tearAll through the wintertime he hid himself awayAshamed to show his face, afraid of what others might sayAll through the winter in his lonely clump of wheatTill a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreedYou’re a very fine swan indeed!A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!And he said yes, you’re a swanTake a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll seeAnd he looked, and he saw, and he saidI am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!I’m not such an ugly ducklingNo feathers all stubby and brownFor in fact these birds in so many words saidThe best in town, the best, the bestThe best in townNot a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quackBut a glide and a whistle and a snowy white backAnd a head so noble and highSay who’s an ugly duckling?Not I!Not I!